SCREE-

The feedback makes him wince, but it's not pain that makes his fist hit the desk so hard two more agents' paperwork takes a tumble to the floor.

It's a split-second reaction; by the time the first agent has whirled to stare at him, he's perfectly neutral again.

(But the bland not-quite-smile's a little tight.)

"Cover the desk," he tells Koskinen, who knows better than to point out she's a grade too low for the job. "I need to go talk to Fury."